Problem is I fell in love with you way too fast. I was there before I knew it, trembling with emotions I didn't get to know before. But it was just me. I felt like I have been loving you from afar for too long already. It was just me staring at a vast expanse of dreams and realities mixed in frenzied yet blissful confusion. How could I paint all these in words anyway, when all I know is to love you and be hurt by the things that you never get to know. I never dared hope for anything from you at all. Right from the start I chose to believe that you're all about an inconsistently fleeting moments like the sun that knows nothing but to rise and fall.

And so I built a picket fence around me, adorned with beautifully thorn-riddled ornaments of pretense. I thought could never let you in. You bring pain with you. And You couldn't care less. Asking me to trust you is a such a chore. I feel I am safe inside my fence.

I used to think I will be like this for as long as I still feel something for you. Then again, will these feelings even go away? Where will all this bring me? I wish I can just say I'll stay here anyway... until such time...